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Bob. (silent_bob) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-04-05 21:33:00

Current location:	The Pharmacy
Current mood:	blah
Current music:	Turning Japanese
Entry tags:	!complete, andy gallagher, day 03, location: pharmacy/liquor store, silent bob

Who: Bob and Andy
Where: The Pharmacy
What: Scoping out for some weed
When: Let's call it 9AM
Rating: PG-13 for language

Status: Complete

The weather had finally fucking broke. There wasn't rain, finally and the world felt like it might actually dry out. However, to Bob, who had spent the night on a fucking rancid ass couch, the sunny morning meant he couldn't sleep too late and that he had little choice about how much longer he could pretend to not be fucking sleeping on a nasty ass couch. Bob's dream of running through a green springtime field chasing after the fucking car in the Hughes film Sixteen Candles, cut off when jolted awake to the sound of a fucking bird squawking it's life away.

Rolling off the couch and into a rather disjointed standing position, Bob rubbed at his eyes. He was still fucking here. It was hard to be happy about being in a place without running water or heat or electricity or drugs. It was even harder to be happy because he knew Jay was fucking floating around here someplace and he had yet to run into him. Taking up his journal Bob took a peek at the latest round of posts, taming his temper a moment as he refused to fucking write anything else to that fucking Ryuzaki guy. What a lame fuck.

Taking up his pen he scrawled into his "Andy - fucking game is on, see you at the pharmacy."

Smoothing out his pants and feeling that his beard was a bit more full than he would like, Bob tried to convince himself that fucking everyone had the same goddamn issues he did. It's not like anyone else had taken a real fucking shower, and they certainly hadn't shaved, either.

Trundling out of his would-be abode, Bob found his way to the pharmacy - the town just as quiet as it had been the day before. He couldn't help but wonder where the Cheryl had slept. It seemed almost strange, but he felt like she could fucking protect him - all hard ass and shit. Letting cracked pavement pass him by he took up a spot near the entry of the pharmacy and waited for Andy to show up. Taking on his customary loitering pose and even striking up a cigarette Bob felt almost at home; well, until his foot slipped on the siding. God he hated fucking siding.

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brain_ninja
2009-04-06 01:47 pm UTC (link)

The expression on Bob's face lent Andy the idea that it was the other man's way of answering his question about the Vicodin and Andy laughed. "That bad huh?" he asked, grinning. "Good, maybe if it knocks me the fuck out of lucidity I won't feel like moving around so damn much and everybody will chill the hell out," he added. It was nice to know that people gave a shit and all, but after the fight with Sam last night, he was just sick of the fussing. It was stupid. Andy was a big boy and he could take care of himself.

When Bob started toward the door and waved for Andy to follow along, he took that as a yes, Bob was willing to head to the thrift store to help him look for a sewing kit, so he followed dutifully. But then Bob stopped and so Andy stopped, looking confused as Bob ducked past him and went back into the pharmacy. Andy turned around in place and watched the other man until he couldn't see him behind the shelves.

The hell was he doing...?

But then Bob came back into view holding a pair of crutches and Andy laughed out loud. "Oh man, you are one thoughtful son of a bitch," he managed between his laughter, reaching out and taking the crutches from the other man when he was close enough for Andy to reach them. "Man, I've never used crutches before, watch me fall on my ass or something stupid," he said with a playful roll of his eyes while fiddling with the screws to adjust them to his height. Did they have to set the things on the midget setting or what? For Christ's sake...

Finally satisfied that they were the right height, Andy settled them under his arms and looked back at Silent Bob. "Lead on, bro, it's gonna take me a few to get used to this I think," he said.

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silent_bob
2009-04-06 09:02 pm UTC (link)

Listening to Andy Bob mimed falling the fuck over - mouth agape, arms in the fucking air. No matter how much Bob was fucking pissed not to be where the fuck he wanted to be - and he hadn't fucking managed to find Jay yet, either; it didn't mean he had to fucking lose his sense of humor.

Bob started moving along slowly, not really feeling the need to fucking lead the guy who was on crutches. It had to be fucking hard enough hobbling around. Shoving his hands in his pockets Bob took out a smoke and lit it. Might as well enjoy the stroll and shit.

Swinging the basket at his side, Bob found himself at the front of the thrift store in no time. He didn't much care for skeevy fucking jeans and pre-worn flannel. Bob liked his own fucking flannel.

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